Lahat ng Kabanata ng MARKED BY MOONLIGHT : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

~ LYRA ~I slump against Ronan’s back as pure fire races through me. Energy pours from his skin and seeps into mine, calming me even while ordering me to relax. I try to grasp his shoulders so I can steady myself, but every fiber of my being tells me to relent and do exactly as he says.Both packs immediately comply and stop in place. A few sway, as though they too feel the strength of will behind the commands from their Alphas. The growls don’t stop, but at least they aren’t fighting."Do it," Ronan retorts, the muscles in his shoulders flexing as I lean against him. A steady vibration emits from him—the pure and unadulterated energy created by his wolf—and it pours into me. Oddly, the sensation soothes rather than jolts me, becoming the anchor I desperately need. "Seal the mating."Magnus’s expression softens as he looks at me. I can’t identify the emotion flickering in his eyes. Sadness? Remorse? Resolution? Possibility?Before I can o

~ RONAN ~ I pull Lyra closer to me and drop my guard, letting my wolf surface just enough to brush against hers. It’s instinctive—my beast recognizes its mate and rushes to merge our forces. We collide in a flurry of raw energy and growls. When she tenses in my arms, gasping for air, I mold her tighter against my chest, already knowing she’s seconds from bolting. There’s no turning back. Not for her. The first step of the shift has already begun—whether she’s ready or not. “It’s okay, baby girl,” I growl, my voice thick and low. “It’s time. Let her out. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” With her in my arms, I make my way out of the kitchen, no longer able to mute the primal cry from the moon. My pulse pounds, the rush of blood in my head almost deafening. A quick flick of my wrist opens the back door, and I glide over the porch and down the stairs, the soft white rays of moonlight bathing us. A low whimper from Lyra sears through me, and I am yanked away from the urge

~ LYRA ~ A part of me doesn’t want to go back just yet. I’ve only gotten a taste of things to come, and I want more. Not that it matters—Ronan is already herding me in the direction he wants me to go. His teeth are sharp as he bites at my flanks, forcing me to shift from a slow walk to a steady lope. My nose pilots me through the trees, the scent of the cabin growing stronger. Shit! I love my mate, but sometimes, he can be a real stubborn son of a gun. The truth is, I’m not the least bit tired. It’s obvious in the way my muscles stretch under my skin as we whip past the expanse of trees. If I wanted, I could keep going like this for hours. It feels glorious—running wild and free, surrounded by the beauty of nature. Even the cold isn’t a factor. I’m perfectly warm, my skin radiating the same kind of heat Ronan does. Without warning, the large dark wolf beside me takes off. He charges up the stairs and pauses in front of the door. I stop at the foot of the porch, aware of the annoyin

~ RONAN ~ I flick Lyra's clit with my tongue, making sure the contact is hard and fast. She whimpers, her luscious thighs shaking. Perfect. She’s right where I need her to be. “Yes,” she cries, burying her fingers in my hair. “God, yes.” I keep going, sucking softly, plunging my tongue into her heat. At the same time, I open the tiny bottle and slick up my fingers. When they’re good and wet, I bring my hand to her bottom, searching for and finding her anus. I take care as I press one finger against her, feeling resistance. Since Lyra has never experienced the joys of anal sex, I want to make sure her first time is pleasurable, not frightening. I hear her harsh intake of breath when I pierce her that first tiny bit. Fuck. Tight as hell. I withdraw my fingers, placing my hands on her thighs. “Flip over.” “Wait. What?” She bolts upright, resting her weight on her elbows. Her eyes are clouded with lust. “You’ve got to be kidding. You can’t leave me like this.” “Flip,” I gro

~ LYRA ~ A broad, heart-stopping smile spreads across Ronan’s face, and I yelp when his arms go around my waist and hike me into the air. He whips me around, pressing me against the chilly shower tiles. “Ask me for anything, and I’ll give it to you.” “Anything?” He nods, and I grin. “You owe me a tattoo.” “That’s right. I do.” He pulls away and gazes down at my body, his eyes hovering over my breasts. “Any idea where you want it?” “I don’t know. I can’t see my entire body.” “That’s too bad,” he murmurs, voice deep. “It’s a beautiful sight.” “Do you think you could help me decide?” “Oh yeah.” The glide of his calloused hands over my rib cage makes me tremble. “Hell yeah.” I groan when his mouth brushes my collarbone, his tongue darting out to dance along my skin. My sex dampens, clenching as I imagine him lodged firmly inside me. We’re not leaving this stall without some heavy hanky-panky, but I don’t care. So what if the shower and food have to wait? I have a golden ticket